Third Person POV
The train sliced through the darkness like a silver blade cutting open the night.
Inside the first-class cabin, warmth wrapped around the quiet hum of movement.
Lily sat cross-legged in her seat with enough snacks to survive an apocalypse.
“You know,” she announced dramatically while chewing chips, “this trip feels emotionally significant.”
Raina glanced up from Lucky’s small carrier.
“Emotionally significant?”
“Yes.” Lily pointed at her accusingly. “You’ve spent weeks looking like a woman trapped inside a tragic piano soundtrack. We’re fixing that.”
Despite herself…
Raina laughed softly.
Real laughter.
Small.
Brief.
But genuine enough that Lily nearly dropped her drink.
“There!” Lily gasped theatrically. “Evidence of life!”
Raina shook her head helplessly a
